Thursday, September 29, 2011

As of now, my racing season is over! I ran four races this year: St. Patrick's Day 5k, Take 5 in the Garden, Bolder Boulder, and the Panaerathon. I planned on running a few more races but my training sucked. As most of you know, I student taught this year and I was sick on and off. It limited my training and I was no near ready for my first three races.

In the summer I ran almost everyday and went too hard. First it was my knees, then my right quad, and now shin splits. I wanted to a 5k but it is this Saturday and I'm nowhere near ready for it. I took a week off to recover and get used to my work schedule. I'm hoping to join a gym in the near feature so I have a place to run when it is too gross to run outside in the winter.

I might do the Colder Boulder which is in December. It is a 5k but as of now I'm not sure. I want to be fully recovered and take it easy for the next while.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Every time I'm in Boulder my Dad and I pass a hotel that is near the start line. He makes a point about booking our hotel earlier each year. Last year, my dad was plagued with injuries before the race so he was not sure about doing the Bolder Boulder. We register and had a hotel in Broomfield which is outside of Boulder. We had to get up earlier to get to our heat time which was pretty early to begin with. Each year we book too late to get anything in Boulder.

However, this year is different! Our hotel is already booked, so talk about getting things done :) It is about half a mile away from the start, and half a mile away from the finish. This means no paying for parking or having my mom drop us off in a mess to get to the start (also, she won't have to navigate through the CU campus to find my Dad and I at the expo).

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The weather is like Seattle in Colorado today. I love it, but still wish we had our nice summer weather. I wouldn't mind it so much in November but we always could use the extra rain.

Anyways, after looking for jobs I was messing around on Facebook and came across this little story. I think I got it in an email once but thought I'd share it.

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

As I mentioned in my last post, I was jetting off to Miami! The trip ended up being everything I expected and more. So many memories were made in that week and I met so many fun people. To be quite honest, I'm ready to go back. The Colorado has been too cold for me! But here some pictures of the trip.

Arielle and I at happy hour! Yummy sushi and drinks :)

With Jennifer!

It was raining so we huddled under an umbrella.

Dash Miami, clothes were like 300+ and bottle water was $10

South Beach

Key West Rooster

Snorkeling! We got to watch the sunset on the beach :)

Yes I held it! His name was Larry and he was smooth.

People could get married here, and many shows such as Burn Notice, Dexter, and CSI Miami were filmed here.